Aidan Castle
Honeycomb
We are waiting for the sun to break over the mountains, smoky air filling our lungs. His gaze lingers on his hazy IPA, part of him still gripping the road. A man of few words. Body constantly buzzing. We lean into each other. Then we part ways.
a snake shedding its skin. . . the motorcycle's breath
About the Author
Aidan Castle’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in NOON: journal of the short poem, Bones, Kingfisher, Prune Juice, and his book the gossamer (KDP, 2023). When not writing, he enjoys hiking, camping, playing board games, and drinking coffee. Aidan lives and loves in the Pacific Northwest.